And I saw the other boys.
And I was so jealous.
I hated boys, I cried cause I wanted to be like them.
And I still do.
The girls in my class make fun of me and poke fun.
A boy doesn't belong in a girl's locker room full of estrogen.
Girl's words are sharp like daggers.
They know what they say.
They know what they mean.
Those girls are mean and scary.
I don't let them see me.
I've been hurt and still am hurting.
I have no support group to go too.
They all give me a kind smile but I know what they intend.
I know what they really think.
They never mind their own business.
Always quick to pry and ask questions.
And I always have to lie so I can fit and survive.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PoesiaPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
